Have you ever wondered about unpredictable life? One minute everything is so good and then suddenly the next minute everything just turns around… Anya Owen faced such times thrice in her life due to one person. Twice she survived and started leading a happy life with her darling son. But could she survive the jeopardy he was going to cause again in her life? Alvin Matthews, the most mysterious man in the city. Nobody knows where he is, what is up to, or what he does. Some even doubt if he is alive or dead. Could he stop himself from falling for the little feisty woman? Well, he never stops himself. But he doubted if he would get killed by the stone-hearted woman before he could soften her heart. ~~~ Excerpt: Alvin watched Anya politely speaking with the butler. He leaned back on the armchair and crossed his legs, intently watching the soft smiles appearing on the delicate face. “Hey, Little Chipmunk, why is your mother good to all but me?” He asked shifting his eyes on the little man who was crossing his little legs playing a video game on his mobile. A sly smirk appeared on Zane’s face. He carelessly threw his words, “That’s what you deserve, Chipmunk Monster.” Alvin: “...” Alvin has to rack his brain to appease Little Monster... Correction, Little Master and his Devil… The second Correction, his Queen. ~~~ This is an original story. Thank you ^_^ for giving it a try. DISCORD: Munchkin_2#7368 Story DISCORD: https://discord.gg/QhhXXWq Ko-fi: ko-fi.com/munchkin_2 Instagram: auth_munchkin Linktree: https://linktr.ee/munchkin
Berwick struggled but it wasn't helpful when a cop dragged him upstairs without responding to any question. When he entered a room, he saw a cleaner leave the room with a bucket of red-colored water. The air in the room still had the foul smell of the blood that panicked Berwick.
"Who are you all? Why did you bring me here?" He yelled at them in fear. He was first locked up in the ship, now he was forced to change the uniform, then he was separated from the group and brought here where there was a smell of blood.
How could he stay calm?
Anya turned around at the voice by dropping her hand down that was holding the binoculars. Berwick was staggered at his sight.
"Officer Owen!?" The cop asked what to do with the screaming man.
Anya pointed to the same chair where the tortured sniper was sitting before.